Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 04:24:35 EDT
From: Chetnadelphi22@aol.com
Subject: Brief Encounter Part I

Brief Encounter Part I

By IndigoIndian

This is a work of fiction and the usual disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't
be here go somewhere else.

If you wish to make comments contact me on: chetnadelphi22@aol.com

I would enjoy your comments and happily quench all flames.

This story was first published in the `Johnnie Proudly Presents' website
but I retain the copyright.



They call it the Bangalore Express. That's certainly a misnomer for it
trundles along from Rajasthan in the North to Bangalore at an average 40
kph. For much of the way there is only a single track handling trains in
both directions so this `Express' has to spend long periods of time waiting
on short double track sections while other trains pass.

I made a big mistake, my secretary made the second and I compounded them
both by not taking into account the vastness of my homeland. She called me
and told me, `The train will leave Ahmedabad at 7.40 in the evening and
will arrive in Bangalore at 7.50 in the morning'.

What she didn't say was that it wasn't merely an overnight ride but a 36
hour trip and that I should have booked a flight. It wouldn't be a hardship
for she'd booked me a berth on the air-conditioned Executive-class sleeper
carriage. As it was a Friday departure and my work there would start
Monday, there was no problem other than the boredom factor. The real
nuisance was that I would have less opportunity to visit the notorious
Bangalore Central Park where boys of all ages sold their `goods' every
evening as dusk fell. That was my main reason for spending the extra
weekend time there.

In the middle of the usual flurries of confusion and emotional farewells, I
found my berth. The porter stowed my luggage and retreated with his ample
tip, no doubt to inform the train manager of my generosity, thereby earning
himself another couple of rupees.

Our compartment consisted of six bunks. The upper 4 (2 on each side) were
folded away to allow the two lower bunks to be used as 6 seats. My berth
was on the bottom bunk of the three with their `back's to the engine. Each
bunk was provided with a privacy curtain but all of these were retracted as
yet. As I sat down, four other passengers were fiddling with bags and
packs, pulling out and examining their `tiffin' boxes, knitting, business
paperwork, books for the journey and whatnot.

Only twenty minutes late, our train finally pulled out of the station and
huffed and puffed its way to 40-kay (ph). My fellow compartment-dwellers
were business travellers; three male and one female. Like me, their
profession was made apparent by their briefcases. We made the inevitable
small-talk constantly interrupted by the back-and-forth of passengers from
other compartments or carriages searching for their berths or for Tom, Dick
or Harry. Finally we all settled back into our seats waiting for the time
when the berths could be lowered for sleeping.

After about an hour, our `Express' pulled into Surat station, the last
Northern stop and all the busy fuss and bustle of arriving and departing
passengers began again.

A vast, sari-clad matriarch figure with huge bosoms and bottoms stepped
into our compartment with her ticket in hand and looked happy as she found
her berth; number 37a, the one opposite mine. Her porter pulled her ample
suitcase and shopping bag down from his head and managed to find some
opening for it to be stowed away. As he turned away clutching his rupees, a
truly handsome boy, his face flushed with the hormones of recent
pubescence, sidestepped past him, looked around at all of us and said in
English, `Aunty, there are only six beds here and with us there will be
seven people'. Aunty flew into a bluster and fluster, instantly calling out
for the train manager. A small man eventually appeared and checked our
tickets. There had been a mistake; a double-booking. Nothing could be
done. The train was full and there was no spare berth. Madam had the choice
of sharing her bunk with the boy or waiting until the following Monday when
the next Bangalore Express would travel South. Alternatively, the boy was
permitted to sleep on the floor in the compartment.

I could see from the quality of their clothes that sleeping on the floor
was not an arrangement that would suit Aunty or nephew. Equally obvious was
that Auntie's girth would not permit any additional person in the bunk with
her. She seemed on the point of tears but it wasn't this, which caused me
to offer to share my berth with the boy. It was the thought of that young,
slender, pubescent body next to mine. I directed my offer to the boy in
order to gauge his reaction. He seemed pleased but his pleasure paled in
comparison to the Matriarch's. She positively squealed with glee and the
train-person was happy to have the matter solved.

Throughout the rest of the evening, Deepak (the boy) and I fooled around
with a pack of cards he'd brought with him. I'm good with sleight of hand
and he was impressed with my card magic. It gave me the chance to eye him
at close quarters. His nicely tapered face was exquisite with soft, dark
down running from his short sideburns to the bottom of his ears. The faint
trace of a would-be moustache on his upper lip told of encroaching
adolescence. His eyes were big, brown and beautiful framed by lashes ladies
would die for and his lips and his teeth were perfect. His laughing face
was completely open; a window into his soul, and I almost fell in love
every time he turned his sparkling eyes on me.

The evening dragged on as the `lights-out' time of 11pm edged ever
closer. I was desperate to put my body next to this boy's. I didn't think
there would be much chance of sex but my thoughts were tuned to a bit of
covert or accidental `touching'. Perhaps, if he was a deep sleeper, I could
have my fill and let my hands do some roaming.

10.30pm and I was sure the clock was ticking backwards, so slowly did the
time pass; so urgent was my need. I laid down the cards and grabbed my
overnight kit telling Deepak that I was off to wash and change. He
immediately asked if he could come too and change into sleeping clothes. We
found that people were already queuing for the toilets and took our place
in the line chatting quietly about cricket and his heroes, Sechin Tandulka
the foremost. By the time we reached the head of the line, a large queue
was waiting behind us. The boy suggested we go into the toilet together to
spare the others. Who was I to refuse'

The first one to come available was an Indian-style toilet with a large
ceramic square embedded in the floor with a strategic hole in its
middle. Once we were both inside with the door locked, Deepak immediately
said, `I need a pee. Don't you'' `Yes', I replied, `but you can go first if
you like'. The thought of seeing his cock had mine twitching but then he
threw me completely. `We'll both pee together!' With that, he moved across
from me to the other side of the ceramic and started to unzip. As he pulled
his penis from his trousers, the train gave a lurch and he released himself
to grab the safety handle. Before his other hand could take control I had
an eyeful of beautiful brown cock with a long foreskin tapering to a
point. It seemed longer than it should; out of proportion to the rest of
him. I then looked up to catch him looking directly into my eyes. It was
interest rather than accusation that I found in his brown beauties.

`Aren't you going to pee too'' He asked, even though his own tool was, as
yet, arid and unburdened, now partially covered by the holding hand.

`Yes', I responded and, with some difficulty, pulled my semi-turgid member
free. I glanced at his face to find his eyes as captivated with my groin as
mine had been with his moments before. I willed myself to pee and finally
it gushed forth, directly into the hole in the basin. My action set him off
and after 20 seconds or so we were shaking off together. I was sure his was
a little thicker and more solid than before but before I could comment, he
had stowed himself away and was pulling off his shirt.

It isn't easy to change clothes in the toilet of a rattling, rolling train,
but we managed it. I had plenty of time to see the plump double bulge in
his white briefs as he lifted first one, then the other, leg free of his
jeans. All too soon we were heading back to our compartment; just in time
to arrange our bunk as the main lights first dimmed, then went out
altogether leaving just a dim glow from the secondary lighting.

Deepak climbed into the bunk first and I arranged the sheet and single
blanket over him, turning it back to make room for myself. He looked
beautiful in just a pair of shorts with the white waistband of his briefs
standing out in the gloom. I hoisted myself onto the bunk and reached
across to draw the privacy curtain, completely enclosing us into a private
world.

I sensed him smile although I couldn't see it. As I lay myself at full
stretch on the bunk, his body was right up against mine with no room at all
to allow for space between us. He was on his side facing me and, as I
mirrored him, our bodies touched from chest-bone to toes. I became very
still, intent on recognising the flutter of a pulsing erection but felt
nothing at all for the first couple of minutes.

It was hot in our private world and he pushed back the covers so that he
was naked to the waist. It meant that I was too for, like Deepak, my only
attire was a pair of very baggy shorts.

He lifted one knee so that it rested on top of my thigh and as it came to
rest it was then that I felt it. That weak flutter, that gentle push
against my groin as his cock pulsed. I reached down between us to `scratch
myself' so that the back of my hand might know the length of him. He was
rock-hard and huge for his age! My scratching lingered for my hand wanted
to stay there the whole night. At last I pulled my hand up and rested my
arm across his waist with my hand caressing his lower back.

Deepak's hand then curled down between us to do some `scratching' of its
own and I felt my own erection being jostled. Instead of pulling away, the
V of his finger and thumb dropped down between the head of my cock and my
belly and his fingers briefly enclosed me before the hand again retreated.
I couldn't help myself, I moved my lips closer to his face intending to
kiss his cheek but he turned at the last moment and it was his hot, lush,
partially-opened lips that met mine. We held, connected like that, for what
seemed like an eternity. In reality it was only 8 or 10 seconds but in that
time I tasted the freshness and vigour of his youth and fell in love with
him again.

I knew then that my hands no longer needed to be covert in their actions.
The hand caressing his back reached down into the waistline and I cupped
one beautiful boy buttock, allowing a finger to trace into the cleavage of
his buns. I heard him gasp and felt again that flutter in my groin. My hand
or my finger had turned him on, it seemed.

`Shorts down!' I whispered urgently but almost silently into his ear and I
felt the wriggle as, not only his shorts but his briefs too were pushed
down to his knees.

From within the compartment came the first tentative and fitful snores.
Somewhere outside someone farted and I felt Deepak stifle a giggle. I eased
my own shorts and Y-fronts down so that I was as free and naked as him. My
arm again encased his waist and I pulled his body into mine, feeling for
the first time, the full length of his erection nestling into my pubic
hairs even as my erection nestled into his groin. Cocks side-by-side, we
rested there, both enjoying the delightful sensation.

I pushed one hand down between us and clenched both our penises together.
With my thumb I brushed across the end of his foreskin and found slickness
there. I wriggled a finger so that it gained access to the interior of the
puckered skin and was instantly soaked with his stickiness. Within his
foreskin my finger was hot and wet and, as I rubbed it around his
cock-head, I felt him stiffen and pulse. He was already close to cumming.

I wanted to give him this pleasure so repeated my actions again and
again. Each time his body went rigid as my finger stroked the delicate
underside of his head. I concentrated my effort there and suddenly his
spunk was shooting hard all over my finger, but the liquid remained
contained within the enclosing membrane of his foreskin. As he subsided, I
ceased my swirling actions and withdrew my finger, putting it straight into
my mouth to taste the sweet virginal seed.

`Handkerchief'' He whispered in my ear. `None here', I replied. Instead I
edged myself down the bunk inch by inch until my mouth was on a level with
his cock. As my lips made contact, they felt the oozing liquid and caught
it. I enclosed him with my mouth and started to suck the juices from him;
not only to clean him up, but to enjoy myself too. With one hand I gently
retracted his skin and cleared away the remaining traces with my tongue.
His taste could only be described as delicious; nectar. He was still
rock-hard and pulsing and showed no signs of becoming sensitive there
yet. I decided to push my luck and slid my lips down his full length,
burying my nose deep into his sparse hairs, his cock-head butting into my
throat. I heard him gasp again and sensed his body tense once again. After
two or three slides up and down him, I moved off his cock and inched down
until I could mouth his balls. Deepak's hand caressed my head as I did
so. With a little effort, I had his full scrotum and its contents within my
bulging cheeks and was jostling first one, then the other ball, with my
tongue while my hand eased itself around him, encasing him and countering
his pulses with pulses of its own. After a little of this, I started the up
and down action we all know so well. I could feel his cock swelling in my
fingers and thought that he would be cumming again pretty soon so I moved
up his body a little and replaced my hand with my soft lips and teasing
tongue. It only took six or seven strokes of my mouth and he was again
bucking against me, jetting this time, not into his enclosing foreskin, but
directly into my mouth. He shot with such force that I felt the spray of
his third or fourth gobbet hit the back of my throat hard even though only
the tip of his knob was held in my lips at that moment. It seemed to go on
forever, his penis throbbing ever more weakly in my mouth but then I felt
him pulling out, sensitive at last.

He pulled at my shoulder to bring me back up to lie body to body. His cock
was now in repose, but still felt full and heavy against my inner thigh. It
was a good feeling to have it lying there close to my own throbbing
penis. I lay there wondering how I would ever shed my heavy load or fall
asleep without satisfaction when he turned his body around, pushing his
pert bottom directly into my groin. I was being invited to fuck him and
needed no second invitation.

I needed to lubricate him and so took the fluid from my own leaking
foreskin and rubbed it into his cherry with my fingers. I then spread the
rest of it, with a little spit, across the whole of my cock, head to
root. Afraid then, that it might dry too quickly from the intense sexual
heat, I placed my tip against him and pushed gently but firmly. He pushed
back and, seeming without effort, I was inside him with the rim of my cock
held firmly by his ring. His hand reached behind to hold my belly and tell
me to wait awhile. I did but the sensations of his twitching ring around my
cock-head were bringing me close so I eased forward once more. Again he
pushed backward and with a little rush, all of me was suddenly buried in
him. He gave a little `Uggh' noise at this, but otherwise made no sound. I
held still, feeling those contractions of him, this time tight around the
base of my penis. I knew he had some pain but after a couple of minutes of
just being held within him, I knew from his relaxed body that the pain had
been replaced by his pleasure.

My hand curled around his naked loins and found his cock, once more hard
and pulsing. As I started to ease myself in and out, enjoying the heat of
his muscles around me, holding me, I simultaneously started sliding his
foreskin up and down over the crown of his cock-head. Sensitivity was a
thing of the past, it seemed.

We continued like this almost in slow motion; afraid of our actions
awakening any other passenger. We needn't have worried. Still, the lazy,
ultra-slow aspect of our lovemaking lent itself to greater sensations.
Finally, I could feel the rush building in my balls and belly but continued
to move slowly, ever so slowly, in and out of him until suddenly, with a
gush that seemed to rasp the inside of my piss-tube, I shot hard and long,
feeling his rim tighten and loosen, tighten and loosen around my cock at
the same time. I felt his cock thrust in my fingers and knew that he had
spunked again, this time on his belly but it was just a small amount and I
easily scooped it up to my waiting lips.

I don't remember pulling out of him for I think we both fell asleep with me
deep inside him. I do remember the two of us pulling up our shorts as the
first light seeped into the compartment from the gathering dawn. I remember
too the way he turned his body around and kissed me long and hard on the
lips before whispering, `Just wait until tonight, I have something special
as a surprise'.

I could hardly wait!